by Jennifer L. Jacoby
The horns of the bull cradled the crescent moon;
The daughters of Atlas called us home. Then, deep in
The labyrinth, a hero slew the Mystery.
Potential, Power and Choice interweave. The
Matrix, the Pattern is ever unfolding. Where
some would ask why, we know: it is a Mystery.
Enveloped in darkness and the colors of kin,
Stones of wisdom, heavy, pressing bellies to earth,
We close our eyes, breathe deep and seek the Mystery.
The stories of bards drift on the wind with lyre’s
song. Truth, news and history danced only on lips.
No letters. Words only limit the Mystery.
By firelight the Walkers gather in circle;
The drum pulses in harmony with Mother’s heart;
Freed to the Otherworld, we dance the Mystery.
The streets of Barcelona teem with bulls running;
Stones and stars in Calanais dance the Great Weaving;
Nothing is lost, Chiya. Now, live the Mystery.
Peace and long life… Jennifer